It felt like someone had stuffed an exploding firecracker into my head. The pain made me bare my teeth.
Before me was the carved rail of a redwood bed. Incense mingled with a musty smell, and a mechanical voice rang in my ears.
“Ding! The 996 Workaholic System has bound Host Shen Qingxue.”
“Host identity detected: disgraced empress confined to the Cold Palace. Remaining lifespan: three months.”
“System mission: use the 996 work schedule to drive Host to complete the ‘Revitalize the Inner Palace’ task, extending your lifespan and preventing an untimely death.”
I sat bolt upright. The Cold Palace? A disgraced empress? Three months to live?
A flood of memories that weren’t mine suddenly surged into my mind. I really had transmigrated, into the body of this unlucky empress whom the tyrant Chu Chen had sent to the Cold Palace with a single imperial decree. I hadn’t even had time to process the original owner’s mistakes when the System flashed a new message.
“First-day task issued: Submit a ‘letter of self-reflection’ to the emperor today.”
“Requirements: At least 200 words, expressing genuine remorse. Failure penalty: 20 years deducted from your lifespan.”
“Note: Host’s remaining lifespan is three months. Deducting 20 years will result in immediate death. Keep it up, wage slave!”
